06 December 2010

bitch sonnet

I just need a break, Henry!!!

When they start getting difficult,

Mommy goes off for groceries.

"We'll slit your throat or sit and sulk!"

Warns my 14 kids/employees.

I toss lollis, hoping they'll hush.

But it's still shrieks with emptied skulls.

Cases of good taste out of touch;

Poetasters legal, then null,

Void and bored. Combative bitches,

Sonnets in bonnets won't give chase.

Instead flip the goodnight switch.

So it is existential mace.

Yep. Great are grates for shitty thoughts,

Fertilizing 'should's 'could's and 'ought's.

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